A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Falcon's lips.
It was subtle—almost unnoticeable.
But they all saw it.
And for reasons none of them could explain, it sent a quiet ripple of unease through the hallway. Instinctively, every one of them took a step back, their bodies reacting before their minds could catch up.
The same thought echoed among them.
What the hell… did he just smile?
Falcon's gaze moved over them slowly, deliberately, as though weighing each of their faces, memorizing their reactions, stripping away whatever false composure they were trying to maintain.
"Eavesdropping?" he said.
One word.
Calm. Flat.
Yet it carried enough weight to make them all flinch. Almost immediately, they broke eye contact, clearing their throats awkwardly, pretending sudden interest in the walls, the ceiling—anything but him.
Falcon's eyes shifted, settling on Destene.
